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gn) Kayla kept running until they were deep into the forest and across borders. "Sit down so I can fix you again." She teased, sitting and pulling out the thread and needle once more |
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"Oh I'm fine, good lord." He mumbled, grimacing as he dug into his shoulder to pull out a bolt. "To get the scars you gotta endure." Gale explained, now making a bloody pile of weapons. |
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Kayla rolled her eyes and gently grabbed his arm, tugging him to sit down beside her |
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Kayla rolled her eyes and gently grabbed his arm, tugging him to sit down beside her |
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"Fine," He grumbled, sitting beside her. |
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Kayla's eyes ran over him quickly, making sure no more weapons were still there before beginning to stitch the big cuts |
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As he was getting stitches he reached his hand down to the back of his knee and pulled out yet another bolt, examining it. "Huh, okay." Gale muttered, tossing it into the pile. |
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Kayla rolled her eyes and pecked his cheek. She continued to stitch for a while, probably around an hour, before kissing his neck softly and standing |
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"Thanks babe," He said, pecking her lips as he stood. |
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"It's why i'm here." She teased, smiling softly at him |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
